Six of us gathered around the hundred-year old table yesterday for our time of critiquing. Fortified with coffee and cookies, we Cozy Critters enjoyed an especially hilarious two hours. I think we were glad to all be together again. Jane, fresh from her Chicago trip, had much to share. She read a recent poem, “The Longest […]
Apr 12, 2016
That Special Day Long Ago
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Theodore Roosevelt was President of the United States of America. The day of the week was Thursday and Easter was coming in just three days. Five days before, Mt. Vesuvius had erupted and devastated Naples, Italy. In only six days to come, the great San Francisco earthquake would hit California. In Etta Bend, Indian Territory, […]
Apr 4, 2016
The Large and Unknown Noise in the Night
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Yesterday when I checked Facebook, I found that my hometown of Tahlequah had experienced a real-life mystery. Along about eleven o’clock Saturday evening, a large explosion or what sounded like an explosion startled everyone for miles around. Some people even reported feeling the shock waves. Some said it was a series of explosions. So far as […]
Apr 3, 2016
The Blotting Paper Syndrome
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Long, long ago, back in the Dark Ages when I was young, we had a writing utensil known as a fountain pen. In fact, I still have one or two tucked away somewhere. The pens got the job done and worked great but they required a blotter. You see, the ink from a fountain pen had to dry or […]
Mar 24, 2016
We Three Were the Bees’ Knees
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Truly, spring has sprung. Last night we had tornado watches, warnings, and the first spring storm. I’m afraid part of the state may have suffered damage. Keep your eye on the sky, everyone. Stay safe! To borrow a phrase from the Roaring Twenties we were the bee’s knees yesterday. That was Jane, Helen and yours truly. […]
Mar 12, 2016
Soggy Saturday Morning
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A jogger trots up the hill in front of my house, dressed colorfully in red shorts and gray and black jacket, head band in place across his forehead. Two squirrels are doing acrobatics, leaping from the white oak tree to the maple, flushing a downy woodpecker from among the maple’s limbs. Across the street, more […]
